Summary: Before running a marathon that he also has to hosted Bogum need to take care of some quest, a plead of lust that have potential to ruin his career from a certain someone that he couldn’t resist.
Warning Smut: Dom Park Bogum, sweat mention, cursing, degradation, voyeurism kink, established relationship, stripping, bodily fluid, P in V unprotected sex (don’t do this, cover it up bcus safe sex is smart), oral m. receiving, face fking, riding, breeding kink
The moist summer blaze clung to every inch of exposed skin as the crowd prepared and huddled near the starting line, their breath misting faintly despite the heat. Y/n stood among the standby staff, her pulse quickening each time she caught sight of Bogum on stage. His thin brown shirt clung to his athletic frame, outlining every hard line of muscle as he hosted the marathon opening with effortless confidence. She wasn’t running today…she was just..watching, waiting, and burning with a need that grew hotter by the second.
Bogum finished his hosting duties and stepped down from the stage, heading toward the staff tent to prepare for the race. The moment he slipped inside, Y/n grabbed his wrist and lightly pulled him into a dim corner. Her voice whispered low and urgent, trembling with desire into his ear.
"Bogum, I want you so badly right now," she whispered, her eyes locked on his. "I need to feel your hard cock in me deep. Please, I need you to fuck me.”
“I’ll do anything- I’ll be anything your slut, your bitch please, Bogum. I’ve found a closed tent, secluded and hidden. Just fuck me hard before you go I don’t think I can wait after you to finish the marathon. Use me till your heart's content.”
Bogum’s heart slammed against his ribs. His ears flushed red as he swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry. The risk of being caught only fueled the fire already raging through his veins. He nodded once, gripped her hand tightly, and she led him to the tent. They rounded the corner, yanked the curtain shut, and sealed themselves away from the blazing sun. The air inside felt thick, shaded, and heavy with anticipation.
Bogum’s eyes scanned every seam and gap in the canvas, checking for any chance of being seen. Satisfied they were alone, he turned to face Y/n. The air inside the secluded staff tent was a suffocating blend of canvas, oppressive summer humidity, and the sudden, electric musk of raw arousal. Dim light filtered through the heavy fabric, casting amber shadows across Bogum’s sculpted physique. As he ripped off his thin brown shirt, his chest heaved, the muscles of his torso rippling and glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. He looked like a god of athletics with his lean, powerful build primed for sport, but his mind was focused entirely on the desperate woman before him.
Y/n didn't hesitate, her clothes hitting the floor in a frantic heap. She stood before him completely naked, her skin flushed and humming with need. The tension that had been building while she watched him on stage snapped. They collided in the center of the tent, their wet, sweaty bodies slapping together with a visceral sound. Bogum’s hands, calloused and strong, reached out to y/n heat that’s covered with slick. The roughness of his back hand gliding on y/n heat, covered with her wetness; he then gripped her waist, fingers digging into her hips as he crushed her against him.
Driven by a primal urgency, Bogum maneuvered her toward the center of the tent, slamming her back against the cold, sturdy metal of the tent’s main support pole. He didn't waste a second. He grabbed her right leg, hoisting it high and hooking it over his shoulder to open her up completely. With one powerful, driving thrust, Bogum slammed his thick, throbbing cock deep inside her, burying his entire length in one go.
Y/n let out a piercing scream of pleasure that she barely managed to muffle against his shoulder. Her walls clamped tight around him, milking him instantly. Bogum groaned, his eyes rolling back as he felt the incredible heat of her cunt gripping him. He began to fuck her with a brutal, rhythmic intensity, his hips slamming against her ass with a wet, slapping sound that echoed in the small space. Because of his athletic conditioning, his stamina was relentless; he pounded into her with a mechanical, unwavering force, each thrust hitting her cervix and sending jolts of electricity through both of them.
"You're such a slut for me," Bogum hissed, his voice a guttural rasp. "My little cum-hole, begging for it in a tent while the whole world is outside."
He pulled back almost entirely before plunging back in, the sound of their bodies colliding like a wet clap. Y/n was delirious, her head tossing back and forth against the pole. "Yes! I'm your bitch! Fuck me harder, Bogum!"
After a few more devastating drives, Bogum pulled out with a wet pop. He didn't let her recover. He stepped back, his cock standing rigid and glistening with her juices. Y/n immediately dropped to her knees, her eyes wide with hunger as she looked up at his towering, muscular frame. She wrapped her lips around the broad head of his cock, sucking greedily, but Bogum wasn't in the mood for gentle stimulation.
He gripped the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair, and began to face-fuck y/n. He drove his cock deep into her throat, over and over, forcing her to take every inch of him. Y/n gagged, her eyes watering, but she leaned into it, loving the feeling of being dominated and used. Bogum groaned, the sensation of her tight throat squeezing his veined shaft driving him wild. He hammered into her mouth, the sound of his pelvis slapping against her face filling the dim tent, treating her mouth like another hole to be conquered.
Just as he felt reaching his own climax, he pulled out of her mouth quickly with a pop and strings of saliva like slime connecting her lips to his manhood. He reached down and grabbed her by the hips, hoisting her up with effortless strength. Y/n instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, her ankles locking behind his back.
Bogum braced himself and drove himself back inside her with a violent surge. He held her firmly by the hips, controlling the depth and angle of every thrust. He began to move her, guiding her hips to slide up and down his husky cock, the friction intensified by the sweat painting their bodies. The summer heat made them slippery, creating a white, sex foaming lather between their grinding pelvic bones.
"You like being carried like a toy?" Bogum groaned, his muscles straining and veins popping along his forearms as he held her weight easily. He began to pump into her with a ferocious speed, his athletic endurance allowing him to maintain a punishing pace that left Y/n sobbing with pleasure.
"I love it! Fill me up! Please, Bogum! Fill my pussy up!" she wailed, her internal muscles beginning to spasm. “Yeah, you want me to cum deep into your pussy! You want me to cum deep in your pussy bitch!” Bogum moaned. “Yes! Yes! Cum deep in my pussy! Cum hard in my cunt! Put a baby in me, I want your baby! I want your cum, cum..cum in me..” Y/n moaned back as her words trailed off at the end because of the pleasure of a fat cock dragging against her walls.
The feeling of her climax triggered Bogum’s own breaking point. He felt the volcanic eruption in his balls. He let out a loud, guttural roar, gripping her thighs so hard he would surely leave marks, and delivered three final, devastating thrusts that bottomed out inside her.
He buried himself to the hilt and unloaded. Thick, hot ropes of cum blasted into her, spraying like a fountain against her cervix. He groaned, his whole body shuddering as he pumped load after load of seed deep inside her, flooding her cunt until it could hold no more. He stayed buried inside her, pulsing and twitching, milking every last drop of his essence into her.
As he slowly withdrew, a mixture of cream and sweat leaked from her opening, dripping onto the tent floor. Bogum stood there, chest heaving, his skin glistening, looking down at the ruined, satisfied expression on Y/n's face. He had just emptied himself, leaving her filled to the brim with his cum.
He quickly dressed, the adrenaline still coursing through him. He leaned in, kissing her lips one last time, the taste of salt and sex lingering between them. With a smirk and a final glance at her leaking pussy, Bogum stepped out of the tent and back into the blazing summer sun facing the people that fall for his church boy charm and ready to run the marathon with the secret heat of her still burning inside him.
Writer note: To whoever is reading this, thank you so much for reading my first smut.
Kumail nunjiani is so fcking damn hot like uggghhh, like i want his thick fat cock to stretch out my pussy, filling it tight with his fat cock.
I want to lick every part of his torso every ridges of his muscle, and mostly his armpit; imma sniff the hell out of tht one.
I want his cock down my throat. I want him to face fuck me and hold my head still while my nose and face is engulf with his bushy pubes; and cum down my throat breeding it idk how but i want my throat and my stomach to fill with his cum so that i’d be full for a whole month without eating anything.
Can any 2pm member took a chance of breeding with me bcus i used to get off of them when i was in high school, watching them going shirtless and ripping shirt, like one by one just fill my cunt deep and cum flooded my pussy.
